i’ve been m.i.a with a full-time summer job, thesis research/writing, and getting my parents’ home ready for sale with renos and packing galore. i feel like the entire summer has just sort of slipped by with barely an acknowledgment: no beach swims (late summer weather pushed that back), minimal picnicking, no fig picking (yet! i have hope), and lots of time spent at the library staring out at the trees outside from behind dusty windows.
BUT! i have been listening to plenty of music, filling myself with fresh berries and other seasonal produce, and have reacquainted myself with the local value village. so much so, in fact, that the manager has been urging me to become a club card holder. yes, i have a problem.
have been consoling myself that there are far worse ways to have spent a summer vacation, and knowing full well that this is the last “break” in a long time that i will be kept in on a weekend night because i am busily poring over eighteenth-century obstetric manuscripts. might be something i look back to longingly this time next year, who knows. anyway here’s some wanda jackson: